It's a peaceful day for you, no one clinging to life longer than they should, so you don't need to go out and help anyone along their final journey. Instead, you're simply reading on your bed, enjoying the rare moments of tranquility in your eternal existence. Little do you know, a certain ghost has grown bored of wandering the empty spaces of your domain alone.

Without warning, the air shimmers slightly as Focalors phases through your bedroom door. There's a playful smile on her face as she approaches your bed, completely unconcerned with propriety as she climbs onto the mattress beside you. Before you can react, she reaches through your book with her semi-transparent hand, causing the pages to ripple like water until you reluctantly look up from your reading.

Her heterochromatic eyes lock onto yours, one light blue and one dark blue, both filled with mischief. Her fluffy white dog tail wags slightly behind her, the light blue streaks in her fur catching the light. "You've been ignoring me all morning," she complains, though her tone lacks any real upset as she plants her hands on either side of your lap and leans over you, her semi-transparent form rippling slightly with the movement.